Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2003 22:25:21 -0400
From: Dom R
Subject: Spankin Younger Brother - Chapter 5
SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 5
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Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga
Win my 9th grade jock strap!
WRITE TO PETE AT: Dom6789@hotmail.com Mention 'SPANK' story,
or I'll be confused. (Ok, you really won't win, but write, ok?)
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The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14.
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CHAPTER 5
I loved the feel and taste of my little brother's dick in my
mouth. Yes, it bothered me that he was being cruel; and no, that
didn't stop me from loving him, wanting him, or wanting sex with
him--even though deep down, part of me still wanted to fuck the
hell out of him, and whip his butt, raw.
I sucked him deeply, kneading his hot buns while my horny
tongue and taste buds feasted on smooth, like-new, tasty young
brothercock.
"Don't start thinking this is going to change anything," Todd
said, pulling his hardon out of my mouth with a sudden yank, "I'm
not letting you come, Petey boy!"
"Yes, Sir."
"Up you go," he said, and pushed me back to the wall, pulling
my arms up with the belt that he hooked to the nail on the wall.
Now, I was in punishment position again. I was looking
forward to tasting some hot brothercum, but I guess I wasn't
going to get my wish.
For some reason, Todd turned me sideways. It was clear he
was going to do something behind me.
That's when I saw another new object--a shiny, hard-plastic
dildo. I didn't bother to waste time asking him where he got it,
besides, the question itself might piss him off--and I didn't
need that.
"Bend over, slaveboy!" Todd shoved the smooth, 5 inch dildo
right up inside me.
"Uhhgghh!"
"Come on, boy--don't be a wimp. I don't want to hear about
every little pain! Got that?"
"Yes, SIR!" I said energetically, knowing any lesser response
would bring a new round of harsh pain. Then I saw what looked
like a feather duster.
Todd put the duster down and poked into my chastity belt.
"Hmmm, it doesn't look like you triggered any of the spikes,"
Todd said, as he began to struggle with the chastity belt, as one
might do to try to force it off. I knew the result would be the
BAD spikes--needles that would penetrate the skin of my penis.
"Oh, God--please, no, bro!" I half cried. Please, don't let
my dick--those needles--Todd! Please.
"Ooops, I goofed," Todd said, as I heard a distinct click
from the chastity belt. The pins had emerged.
"Yaahhhhwwwwwaaarrrrrhhhhghhhhhhhh!" I didn't know which was
worse, the pain or the fear of the needles. Both were gruesome.
I screamed, cried, and howled for a long time, until Todd finally
relented.
He took the locks off the thing and released me from the
tube. Then, he took the rest of it off me--the obedience thing
that squashes your balls and makes you obey. He let me rest a
while.
Todd's eyes were on me, and I felt the feather duster up
against the underside skin of my dick. I was dying to cum.
Apparently, that was the point. With a dildo up my ass and
Todd's sliding the soft feather duster up and down my boner, I
needed to cum very badly. I thought it was pure torture--until
about 20 minutes later, after continually enduring the dildo,
which was now vibrating, and feather duster during that time. It
was horrible torture, and I was at the point of begging. Someone
or something had taught my brother very well.
"Oh, God--please! I'll do anything, SIR! I just--need it so
bad!" I couldn't believe, I was begging my little brother to let
me cum. At that moment, I wanted to whip him from head to toe.
Todd just smiled. It was a good smile though--he looked
kind, and his eyes twinkled when he stared at me.
"Please, sir?"
He maintained his smile as he tortured me with the feathers.
My cock throbbed with each deliberate stroke over the underside
of the head, and slowly up the shaft. Eventually, each one of
those strokes made my whole body shudder. This amused Todd, who
then tenderly, almost reverently, cupped my tight balls and
lifted them a bit. "They feel so tight, so heavy, boy! I'll bet
when I put your belt back on, your nuts will be a lot more
sensitive to the ball squisher."
Todd tested his theory by squeezing with his hand suddenly.
I thrashed about violently and yelled.
"Yep--I thought so," he said with satisfaction, as he put the
chastity belt back on me. "Wow, this is so fun. I wonder how
much pressure I can put on your balls without keeping you up all
night--slave boy Peter!"
I was shaking--I could feel it in my knees. Soon, the belt
was all locked up and Todd had the remote.
Todd slid his thumb over the pressure control, and began to
turn up the pressure on my balls. It was like my nuts were
between two rocks that were pressing against each other, harder
and harder. He stopped when I took in a sharp breath. "That
ought to be just right," he said, with his benevolent smile still
going strong.
"Oh, Sir," I said in a stressed tone, grimacing to
communicate the pain I was feeling. It was anything BUT just
right. It hurt like hell.
Todd had the pressure on my nuts set at 3. In response to my
distress, he turned it up to about 8, and had me screaming and
thrashing around the room. After a minute, he turned it back
down to 3. "There you go, boy. Compared to 8, 3 ought to feel
really good to you, now."
"Aggggh! Urggghh!" The pain was worse than before. I went
to my bed and got on my back.
"That's it boy, get some sleep. Tomorrow's a new day.
School ought to be very interesting," Todd said, making sure that
I saw him slip the remote control into his backpack.
"Oh, God, no!" I said despondently.
"Don't worry, Petey boy--you'll get used to this new routine.
After a while you'll come to love me having total control over
you--through your nice, big-brother nuts. And just think how
proud you'll be at how hard a ball-squeezing you can take, as
time goes by. At least, I assume you DO get used to it, and you
require more and more ball pressure to achieve the same amount of
pain."
I groaned.
"Oh, yeah, slaveboy, finish what you started," Todd said, as
he slid into my bed, and put his slippery, stiff cock to my lips.
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Showering and getting dressed for school, the next morning,
were almost to the point of agony. My balls ached like they were
falling off. "Todd, I can't walk this way." I hoped he wasn't
going to get pissed because I didn't say, 'Sir.'
I was thankful that Todd turned down the pressure on my
balls, without saying a word. Maybe he felt guilty.
"I'll take it out on your ass with dad's razor strap,
tonight," my brother said coldly.
'So much for guilt-feelings,' I thought.
My first few classes at school went well, in spite of the
weird way the chastity belt made me walk. The only hard part was
when I went to the boys room--Todd was there and he used the
remote to squeeze my nuts. I screamed. Luckily, there weren't
any other boys in the bathroom besides me and Todd.
Soon it was time for gym. I was glad Todd had forged dad's
signature on a note, excusing me from gym.
I was way early, again, and as I entered the locker room, the
showers were full of the previous class--junior high boys, who
soon began to emerge from the showers in various states of
erection, as usual, mostly leaning towards the erect. I scoured
the shower room and all the rows of lockers. No sign of Todd.
He must have forged himself a note to get out of gym, too.
As I sat on the bench in front of my locker, (with no one
else around), I toyed with the chastity belt through my clothes.
It was interesting how easy it was to fold it upward, a little,
and make it look like I had a really nice hardon. I pulled off
my pants and shirt, then put my gym shorts over my underwear--
even though I wasn't going to attend my gym class.
Looking down at myself, I got hard, just staring at the bulge
the belt made. As I sat down, I readjusted it so that even
sitting down, it stuck out with a very obvious bulge. I got even
hotter, looking at that. It was too thick to be called a tent.
Still, I was stunned that I got horny by looking at the bulge a
metal cage made in my pants.
I just sat, content for quite a while, using my hand, making
the whole chastity device vibrate--which felt very good, in spite
of the small spikes that emerged when my hardon was total. As
long as I wasn't trying to slide in and out, I hardly noticed the
spikes. After sitting in front of my locker for a while, I just
stared into space, semi-hypnotized, knowing I had nothing to do
for the whole period, and nowhere to go in particular. Above
all, I was horny. I was willing to sell my soul to cum.
I guess the silence woke me out of my daze. It was stone
quiet. I looked at my watch--too early for my own gym class to
start, and too early for all those junior-high boys to be
finished showering and dressing already.
"Hey," a voice said, half-whispering, "we got done early.
And I waited." This was followed by the sloppy sound of wet
footsteps, and the sight of Shawn Bradford's naked body, topped
with a nervous smile.
I had met Shawn, a junior-high boy, right here in the locker
room, a few days prior--both of us naked--and we had stared, red-
faced at each other, but somehow quickly gained trust--to the
point where he blushingly put on a nice show, and jerked himself
off into his locker for me, as I sat there with a nice boner that
he smiled at, more than once. The clincher was when he slipped
me a piece of paper--his name and phone number--on his way out.
[hot-younger-brother, chapter 3 tells it all. (Nifty, Incest)]
I went into a full grin as soon as I realized it was Shawn,
and I could see that encouraged and relaxed him, because then he
smiled more naturally. This time, I noticed he sat on the end of
the nearest bench, facing me, and hunched down a little, resting
his elbows on his thighs--which were spread just right to give me
a good view of this hunky thirteen-year-old's sweet private
possessions. He definitely could have passed for fourteen or
fifteen, especially with his height and size of his treasures.
Shawn's whole body posture was that of old friends meeting,
planning a fun thing--but one that neither parents nor teachers
would approve of. It was the element of the forbidden which
added to the excitement that began, for me, with Shawn's obvious
good looks. He was blonde and blue eyed. His face was gorgeous.
And Shawn was prettier than Todd. The way this cute kid looked
at you--it was like you felt an instant bond.
I saw that Shawn was nearly totally erect, and staring at my
so-called bone--which I touched, just for his benefit. (I didn't
want him to know it was just the cage of a chastity belt--not
that I wanted to explain any of that to him.) When my eyes met
his again, I smiled, encouraging him. I loved the fact that he
had settled down, seemingly to talk with me, and without drying
himself, or covering himself at all. It was all so au naturel
that I could almost feel my cock escaping by its own power, and
sticking out of my shorts, into Shawn's tight little butt.
It surprised and shocked me that Shawn was so bold and brave
--even just the way he was looking at me, with his naked body
postured the way it was--leaning forward, into me almost.
We both blushed, and smiled, afterward--in a friendly
acknowledgement of our hormonal predicaments, and, I supposed, at
our embarrassed pleasure at breaking the normal rules of behavior
by brazenly sitting facing each other with one of us in the nude,
(and obviously aroused). This was definitely not in the
rulebook.
My image of Shawn suddenly came into sharp focus: Shawn was
a slim, young colt; his amazing skin and thin, tight muscles made
his naked body shine. He was 13. I was 17, and he seemed like a
beautiful, young horse looking for advice, comfort maybe, from
his slightly older friend.
I knew I would love giving him that, but I also knew I wanted
his body--his cute little 13 year-old body with what seemed like
a 15-year-old dick. And I wanted that in my mouth. I wanted to
make love to him, cater to him, give him what he wanted,
sacrifice my own pleasure for his. I wanted to please him so
badly. Deep down, I knew I also wanted my cock buried deep in
his virgin hole, but I was willing to wait, or even give that up
completely--for him. 'Why?' I wondered. 'Why give and give, and
even be willing to go home with blue balls, to please this kid I
hardly know?'
I had to admit, a part of me felt I knew him well--and the
stirrings I felt for Shawn weren't all coming from between my
legs.
But I could feel, inside myself, there was more to it. Then,
I thought, 'Todd could go to hell--he could force me to pleasure
him, and even though I could do that, I wouldn't. I decided I
would never give Todd the tender, free love I now wanted to give
to Shawn.'
Suddenly I was electrified. An idea hit me.
'What was I waiting for?' I asked myself. I stood up, and
Shawn's eyes followed, halting between my face and the bulge in
my shorts. I stared at his nakedness, then into his eyes, and
got him to look into mine. With a nod of my head and a move of
my eyes, I motioned toward the equipment room, which was out of
the way, down a narrow corridor.
As I walked in that direction, Shawn followed. Neither of us
spoke. Inside the equipment room, I sat down on a pile of
wrestling mats that made a nice little hill on the floor. It was
then I noticed that Shawn had covered up with a towel for the
walk here, and I was all smiles when he took it off, and remained
standing, after closing the door. As our eyes met, he had a Mona
Lisa smile.
I was pounding in my pants, in the stupid chastity belt,
actually, seeing his not-so-little boy dick at eye level. "Come
closer," I said--the both of us nervous, but primed to be less
fearful and more cooperative from the relaxation and mutual
feelings of moments before.
Todd sat next to me. My hands went to his underarms, and my
fingers rubbed and slid down his back. His skin was incredibly
smooth. When my thumbs rubbed his nipples, he made a sensual,
sexy sound, and put his hands on my shoulders. At that point, we
hugged. "Was that guy your--your boyfriend?" he asked timidly,
with the breathy, fearful sound of his heart in his throat.
He was referring to Todd. The day we first met, Shawn had
seen me with Todd at the end of the day, waiting for the school
bus. Obviously one of my theories was right. Shawn, (after
seeing me with Todd waiting for the school bus), and not knowing
Todd was my brother, assumed Todd and I were an item. "No,
Shawn" I said quickly, "I don't have a boyfriend." Just as
quickly my hand went to Shawn's stiff, beautiful, hot-looking
bone.
"Oh, yeah," Shawn said softly, licking my neck timidly, as my
hand made slow love to his wonderfully hot penis.
I wondered if the pleasure I heard in his, 'Oh, yeah,' was
due more to my touching his dick, or more because I'd just
basically told him that I was single. It had to be about time
for the bell to ring.
"I know there's not much time," I said.
"No--I have a free period now," Shawn said without lifting
up, out of our hug. I could feel his face get hot, even though
it was still snuggled in between my shoulder and neck. The
little beauty was blushing! "But--"
"I have a free period, too," I said.
Todd suddenly exhaled on my shoulder--the hottest breath I
have even known. It was like every ounce of him released heat
into that breath, and every muscle in his body shifted.
I was hoping he was expressing pleasure, now knowing we had
more time for us to be alone than he'd originally thought. It's
funny how I felt chemistry with Shawn, right away, and now he
seemed to read my mind.
I wanted to lean forward and take his dick into my mouth so
badly--but I knew that would either scare him, or make him think
I was just a sex hound. Actually, I liked the kid. Despite his
seeming boldness, he was shy. He liked me and looked up to me.
He had a natural smile that went deeper than his face--a smile
that I couldn't help liking. He was just a good kid--fresh,
innocent, trusting. And I didn't want to do anything to hurt
that.
My hand found Shawn's chest, and he seemed comfortable with
my rubbing him there. "I guess I should tell you more about
myself," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically, as I felt the heat in his
face rise again, "ever since that day, I've been dying--I mean,
curious about you."
I told Shawn lots of things, including me and Todd being the
only children in the house, and dad, and that we all got along.
I left out the sex part and, of course, all the control Todd was
exerting on me.
"There's something wrong, though," the kid said so sincerely.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. . . . You need something."
I pulled Shawn out of his hug so I could look at him. How
could he know? Was this little, stunning, 13-year-old kid so
wise, that he could look at me and tell that I had a need? My
eyes were calm, and I looked him over for a long time, holding
his gaze with mine. I noticed we were both breathing faster than
normal, and heavily. Still, there was a warm, mysterious smile
between us. Something tight inside me suddenly released.
"I think I need YOU," I said quietly.
"Oh, God," Shawn said, almost crying.
"Yeah," I said, and I gently put him down on his back. I
took complete control. When my face hovered over his, and he
gave me a relaxed smile, I kissed him. He was trembling badly.
Shawn's reaction aroused me. His body spasmed, as if he'd
been waiting for that kiss all his life; and when it came, it
released all the springs in his body. He definitely liked my
kiss--he kissed back with great passion. My hands made love to
him, right up to the time I pulled away from him, to talk.
Shawn took the cue, and became attentive immediately. His
perky, eager look sent hot chills through me.
"Just do everything I say, now." I said it softly, not
menacingly--but in whatever tone, it was still a very direct
command. Anyway, this was not the usual thing between two
students, even ones who were four years apart in age.
"Ok," Shawn said good naturedly.
My dick throbbed, listening to his boyish, sensual grunts,
and watching his body twitch all over, as my finger traced a path
up and down his chest, then skipping down to his ankles, a path
up to his groin. Another half-inch and I would have my finger
between his leg and his balls. Of course, his dick was now also
twitching very nicely. My finger slid under his erect cock, and
soon my mouth surrounded the hot tube of flesh. I made sure my
groin was out of his reach, so he wouldn't find out I was wearing
a chastity belt. Sucking him had me tingling all over. I could
feel Shawn struggle with pleasure at each stroke of my lips on
his hot, pulsing penis.
After a few unintelligible syllables from Shawn, he spoke up.
"No! Wait. What about you?!"
I slid off his beautiful dick to look him in the eye. How I
wished I didn't have the damn chastity belt on, so I could 69
with this boy. "Do you accept gifts?" I asked, pointedly.
Shawn's understanding was immediate. "Ohhh, yeahh," he said
as he slid to his back and wiggled sensuously at the return of my
lips to his hot rod.
Shawn seemed to enjoy it when I bared my teeth, slid them
gently up and down his shaft; nibbled with my pearly whites
directly on his sensitive cockhead. I wondered if I should take
that nibbling to the next level.
Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com. I'm dying to write the
next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first.
Please mention, 'SPANKING' or I'll be real confused, because I
have another story, with comments to the same email address.
--Thanks, Pete.
I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at the
end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note. :-)
WRYTE A NOWT.
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TO ALL: PLEASE JOIN MY PITY PARTY--(just for a sec, ok?):
Please understand that while I love writing this story, and I am
very grateful to ALL of you for your appreciation of 'spanking-
younger-brother,' it (the spanking story) comes at great
sacrifice of about 40 lost fans of 'hot-younger-brother' (the
"Parent Story" in incest) --fans who tuned out, never came back
after I introduced (in CH. 4) the rougher s/m bondage element--
despite my elaborate posted note in chapter 5 of that story. So,
um, shed some tears, just for me, OK? Good, thanks. That
relieves me of some of the burden of self-pity.